"The people of Qishi Mansion, my Fu Remnant will be killed sooner or later!"

Fu Ran's cold voice spread throughout the entire Dharma field, and everyone was shocked in their hearts, and when they raised their eyes, Fu Remnant was already gone. Bayi Chinese? ＝≤．

For a while, the field was extremely quiet.

Everyone looked at the corpse of Qu Zonghui, and they couldn't say anything in their hearts.

The rivers and lakes have changed drastically, and the general trend is like this.

As powerful as the Heavenly King of Qishi Mansion, he was also beheaded by Fu Yan with a sword, how will ordinary people in the rivers and lakes live?

A majestic figure slowly fell to the ground, and the momentum of the whole body was like a wave, surging wildly in the field.

His eyes swept away, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his eyes stared at the body that was curling back.

King Qin Guang and King Yama glanced at each other, and immediately knelt down, and said loudly: "See Yangzun." ”

Yang Zun's face was gloomy, and he said, "Who? Who killed him!"

Yan Liubai sighed and said, "Yangzun, it's Fu Remnant. ”

"What?" Yang Zun's face changed slightly, and he even suspected that he had heard it wrong, and frowned, "Who are you talking about?"

Yan Liubai said: "It's Fu Remnant, he didn't die, two years, he came back." ”

Yang Zun's face continued to change, and he said in a deep voice: "Fu Yan is not dead?

Qin Guangdao: "He doesn't know what he has experienced in the past two years, not only has he recovered his martial arts, but he has even made great progress, and he is not an opponent." ”

Yang Zun's face changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "The three of you can't defeat it together?"

Yan Liubai smiled bitterly: "He only used one sword, and he defeated the three of us. ”

"And the longitudinal back?"

Yan Liubai said: "A sword, a severed head!"

Yangzun's pupils constricted, and he said slowly: "Let the tiger return to the mountain, the tiger has finally come down the mountain again, Yin Zun was careless back then." ”

While they were talking, Fu Yan had already put on a white mask, changed into a set of black clothes, and strode out of the city.

Outside the city, there's a battle!

Central Plains Dabi!

The Central Plains Big Competition every four years!

Here, there is an important person!

When Fu Yango was shortlisted for the audience, the primary election of the Central Plains Dabi had ended, and the top 16 had already been selected.

He looked up and couldn't help but smile on his face.

On the big platform in the center, a beautiful woman dressed in white is standing in place, folding her hands and reciting the Buddha's name silently.

I haven't seen him for two years, and Qingge is still as beautiful as ever.

Every time she saw Qingge, Fu Yan couldn't stay calm, because she was too beautiful.

Dressed in white, wearing plain shoes on his feet, black waist-high, fluttering in the wind.

The face is not powdered, the head is not ornamented, the expression is as indifferent as water, the eyes are clear as a stream, ethereal and refined, and the desire to become a fairy.

Fu Yan couldn't help but think of that ancient text again: "In the mountain of despise the aunt, there are gods and men living in it, the skin is like ice and snow, and the covenant is like a virgin, not eating grains, sucking wind and drinking dew." ”

He couldn't help but sigh deeply, it's been two years, it's not long, it's not short.

During the past two years, there have been few days when he thinks of Qingge, but now when he sees it, it seems that all that thought has poured out, which makes him want to rush to the stage.

Fu Yan knew that it was not that he didn't want to miss Qingge, but that Qingge was too far away for him.

Qingge's beauty, Qingge's temperament, and Qingge's identity are all so noble and unattainable.

In front of her, Fu Yan always had a feeling of being ashamed of himself, and always felt that his blood-stained hands were not worthy of her.

Soon, the shouts of the surrounding mountains and seas interrupted Fu Yan's thoughts, and he looked up, only to see the Buddha light on the stage all over the ground, sprinkled all over the earth, and the powerful Buddha power was surging like a huge wave, and a figure was steadily sent off the stage.

The man shook his head, obviously not understanding how he was defeated, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that the woman in front of him was very strong, and it was not something he could defeat at all.

Thousands of people watched, bursting into bursts of applause, but Fu Yan's brows were slightly furrowed.

Qingge's mood is not good.

That was his first thought.

He knew Qingge too well, Qingge was indifferent at any time, but now, her eyes were a little gloomy.

Although she was trying her best to cover it up, Fu Yan still saw it.

The purpose of Qingge's coming, Fu Yan can also vaguely guess a rough idea, Qingjie went out of the mountain, ran between the world's famous temples, and contacted Buddhist disciples, and Qingge also participated in martial arts competitions, obviously to increase his prestige.

This time the rivers and lakes have changed greatly, and the Hanging Mi Temple does not plan to stay out of it.

In that case, why don't you add another fire to Qingge!

It's time for you, the devil, to lose once.

Thinking of this, Fu Yan couldn't help but laugh again.

In the Central Plains Competition, anyone before the age of forty can participate, and all those who enter the top 16 are grandmasters.

Fu Yan was not surprised to see the black knife Gu Feng, Wang Chen and the Holy Son of Qishi.

The three of them are geniuses in the sky, although they are not as good as Jiangnan Gongzi and Sikong Lanyue, they have already stepped into the realm of grandmasters.

In the quarterfinals, in addition to these three people and Qingge, there are four people who are not familiar with them.

Fu Yan sighed slightly, if You'er didn't have an accident, there should be a place for her here.

Maybe it was fate, Fu Yan had just killed the master of the black knife Gu Feng, Qu Zonghui, and now Gu Feng was facing Qingge again.

Gu Feng's expression was very solemn, and he kept looking at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Of course, he knew that this was the former abbot master of Hangmi Temple.

But he knew Qingge, but four years ago, in the last Central Plains Competition, Qingge defeated everyone and won the championship with his unique talent.

He took a deep breath, didn't speak, and slowly lifted the long knife.

Qingge, on the other hand, was stunned, as if he was thinking about something else.

The powerful sword tore through the sky, and the earth-shattering momentum shocked the seniors of the rivers and lakes present, and Qing Ge only slowly raised his right hand and made a mysterious seal with one hand.

The pure Buddha light shone on the entire field, and the Buddha power surged, scattering this sword in the air in an instant.

The strongest martial arts of Buddhism is the Dharma.

Obviously, Qing Ge's understanding of India and France is already extremely profound.

Born a Buddha girl, how can her qualifications be comparable to others?

In Fu Yan's opinion, the only ones who can be compared with Qingge's qualifications are Chu Luoer and Sikong Lanyue.

And Jiangnan Gongzi relies on diligence and strong self-control.

On the field, the swords are vertical and horizontal, the Buddha light is permeated, the sonorous sound is endless, and the terrifying atmosphere is constantly raging.

It's just that anyone with a discerning eye can see that the two seem to be tied, but Gu Feng is slashing with all his might, while Qingge doesn't move.

"I'm defeated. ”

Black Knife Gu Feng sighed deeply and walked off the stage automatically.

So in the semi-finals, Qingge defeated his opponent without suspense and entered the finals.

The face of the Holy Son of Qishi is extremely ugly, history seems to repeat itself, and this year's Central Plains Grand Competition Finals is another battle against Qingge.

The rivers and lakes have been prosperous for a long time, the young generation has risen, and the middle-aged generation is far inferior to the younger generation, so in the last session, he almost didn't meet the grandmaster, and he advanced to the finals.

This time, he defeated several grandmasters in a row, entered the finals, and met Qingge again.

He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "This time, I will never do the second again." ”

Qingge glanced at him, was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "This time, you can do the second, it's just luck." ”

"Luck?" The face of the Holy Son of Qishifu suddenly sank, he has been the protagonist since he was a child, and his peers are almost invincible.

In his life, he has only been defeated three times, the first time was the last Central Plains Competition, which was defeated by Qingge.

The second time was the Azure Competition, which was defeated by Fu Yan.

The third time was in the sword mound of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, and he was defeated by Sikong Lanyue.

She even said that she was just relying on luck?

Qingge seemed to know what he was thinking, and said lightly: "A real powerhouse, you don't need to participate in the competition, someone knows him and can remember him." ”

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but slowly bow her head, and a hint of gloom flashed in her eyes.

Fu Yan looked at Qingge, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The Holy Son of Qishi gritted his teeth tightly, and a powerful momentum suddenly poured out, he must be ashamed today!

After three years of penance, martial arts have made great progress, and only one step away from breaking through the middle stage of the grandmaster and reaching the peak of the grandmaster.

He doesn't believe that Qingge can defeat himself!

Qing Ge, rumored two years ago, was only in the early stage of the Grandmaster, and now it is only in the middle stage of the Grandmaster.

Qingge, on the other hand, didn't even raise his head, as if this powerful momentum didn't exist.

"You dare to ignore me?" The Holy Son of Qishi gritted his teeth, and the iron claw of his right hand suddenly stretched forward, and a blood-red handprint suddenly rose to the sky and slapped towards Qingge.

Qingge raised his head slightly, his brows furrowed slightly, his right hand was raised slightly, his thumb and middle finger were pinched, and he flicked forward, and a golden streamer suddenly shot out.

This streamer is only the thickness of a finger, but it contains a huge amount of Buddha power, and everyone present was shocked, as if entering the Buddha temple, bathed in this breath.

Tiny streamers shot into the sky, shattering the huge hand shadow in an instant.

"It's so strong! It is worthy of being the former abbot of Hanging Mi Temple. ”

"Master Qingge uses the famous Buddhist printing method, the flower printing method. ”

"Is the Son of Qishi going to be defeated again like he was four years ago?"

"Last time in the Wucheng Azure Competition, didn't he also lose?

"Shhhhh ”

There was a lot of talk among the people, but these words clearly reached the ears of the Son of the Wizards, and it was a shame for him.

His face changed suddenly, and he suddenly said: "How about Qingge? How about Fu Remnant? If it weren't for Fu Remnant's short life, this Holy Son would definitely avenge the revenge of the year." ”

Fu Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

Qingge, on the other hand, raised her head suddenly, her pupils shot out two dazzling Buddha lights, and she said coldly: "Short life, revenge, if he is alive, how can he put you in his eyes?"

The scene suddenly fell silent, and Qingge, who had been indifferent, was full of frost at the moment, as if he was holding back a wave of anger.

What's going on?

The Holy Son of Qishi was also slightly stunned, then laughed, and said in his heart: It turns out that Fu Chuan can sing the Buddha's heart, without the Buddha's heart, without indifference, how do you use the orthodox seal of Buddhism?

Thinking of this, he smiled coldly and said, "It's a pity that he died, and he didn't even find the body, it is estimated that he has already been eaten by beasts and ants!"

Qingge looked at him coldly, his face becoming more and more unsightly.

The Holy Son of Qishi sighed again: "He was also a character back then, but it's a pity that he ended up with no place to be buried." ”

Everyone couldn't figure out why the Holy Son of Qishi said this, and when they were puzzled, they looked at Qingge.

I saw her take a deep breath and said slowly: "Break my Buddha's heart, so that I can't use the Buddha's seal? ”

Seeing that she saw through herself at a glance, the Holy Son of Qishi couldn't help but change his face and said, "What's wrong?"

Qingge said coldly: "Buddhism, there is not only the Buddha nature seal. ”

As she spoke, her momentum suddenly changed, and the dazzling golden light suddenly turned into a pitch-black demonic energy, surging into the sky in an instant.

"This ...... It's demonic energy!"

"I see! The Buddhist family seems to have a demonic seal method!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Qingge's hands constantly sealing, a trace of demonic energy swirling around his fingertips, and in an instant, it turned into a black dragon, and with Qingge's palm, it rose to the sky.

The black dragon made a move, and when he saw the wind, it rose, and instantly turned into a huge chain, stretching across the entire sky.

The sonorous sound was endless, and the pitch-black chains, like a giant dragon, were constantly churning in the air, suddenly attacking towards the Son of Qishi.

The face of the Qishi Holy Son changed greatly, and he said in horror: "Trapped Demon Seal Method!"

Fu Yan sighed lightly, six years ago, in Luojia Square, Song Tianshi made a move with a trapped demon seal, the world changed, and the wind and clouds were discolored, which made his heart tremble.

Now Qingge's style of printing is not known to be stronger than Song Tianshi's move back then.

The demonic qi was surging, the dragon was in the sky, the seal had not fallen, and the entire competition platform had trembled violently, and cracks continued to spread, as if the competition platform was about to shatter at any time.

The Holy Son of Qishi roared, only to feel that this power was extremely powerful, and there was no resistance in his heart, so he could only let it be slaughtered.

"The power of Grandmaster Yue's peak!"

"It's terrifying! This is the power of the Methodists!"

"Master Qingge has a murderous intent!"

The old rivers and lakes present were amazed.

And at this moment, a voice of surprise and anger suddenly came: "Huh, Holy Son, who dares to kill my Holy Son of Qishi Mansion?"